Death Of The Soul!

All the parts were machined, mechanized 

We were also a part of this system so got along 

Yesterday's forgotten ones are today's moving parts

Everyone danced on his fingertips Everyone danced on their fingers 

The sanctity of the pen flew away

Those with the spirit of freedom, died

We were equipped with nail hooks, of course

There was no song of victory, so we started pinching ourselves

He who carves many lights from the mountain of light

Slipped and rolled on the mountain of poverty! 

Everyone was looking for the mystery

And now the situation is that, their Own impressions are erased

This saying is true for such a nation:

When the soul is debilitated, The body is also debilitated